Emperor Ziwei immediately abandoned the idea of attacking Sun Wukong.
Both possessed divine skills that could influence the True Dragon. Once they fought, it would surely have far-reaching effects on the future of the Southern Continent.
Moreover—Emperor Ziwei couldn't defeat Sun Wukong.
"Great Saint."
Emperor Ziwei's expression slightly eased as he asked, "What would it take for you to let go?"
Sun Wukong put forward two conditions.
Emperor Ziwei slightly frowned and began to bargain with him.
As they spoke, the dragon aura in the mist grew denser and a faint dragon chant was heard, making the Emperor Star shine brightly.
Emperor Ziwei, sensing the dragon aura and watching the composed Sun Wukong,
knowing delay could bring change, agreed to the two conditions.
Their divine souls left their bodies and had a tense confrontation in the air, almost unnoticed.
Once the conditions were settled, they quickly returned to the sleeping chamber.
Only a few minutes had passed.
